Page 68 of Wrapped in Silver

I tease his cock near my slit, and dare him to resist the amount of wetness.

He growls and grabs my neck, his lips inches from mine. “You don’t call the shots.” He clenches for a fraction of a second, showing me he could snap me like a twig if he wanted.

But he would never.

I don’t bend to his threats, teasing the head even closer to my slit.

“I’m helpless,” I pretend. “Whatever am I going to do?”

He narrows his eyes at me with that grin I long for, then licks my neck again. It’s too much sensation.

“Stick it in, Silver,”the devil in me comes out. “I dare you.”

He bares his perfect teeth at me, then goes back to kiss the other side of my neck. He pulls my shirt down just past the nipples and twists them lightly before grabbing a handful.

“Mmph.”

My eyes widen when he caves. Or rather, he’sinmy cave.

His cock stretches my walls in a way that feels so natural without the friction a rubber brings, sullying it. The way he commands everything about the situation is intoxicating. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and his huge hands around my beaten ass just adds to the pleasure.

“I’m your toy,” I say as he lifts me up and down—cock sliding with just the perfect amount of resistance.

“You’re more than that, Quinn.”

The words sober me into something real as he gently lies me over the table. My legs are up, feet near his ears, and his cock looks amazing from this angle. Only the head is in—mmph!Now the whole thing.

“Much more,” he says, pumping me gingerly while his thumb teases my clit.

Not long ago, I thought I’d hate this declaration… but now? I’m shivering even more, like he broke past my armor and cracked all the way to my heart.

“Silver,” I moan his name, not knowing what else to say. My vision shakes as he pumps into me. Looking at him makes me weak to the point I might pass out, so I glance all around the kitchen, the cabinets shaking as I’m filled with pleasure. I scratch at the finished wood my back slides on, and grasp at the edge I’m closest to in order to brace. He can hit me harder this way.

And he does.

Doubling down on my clit, he knows an orgasm is moments away. He holds one of my ankles and repositions my leg for a deeper pump. I love being filled by him. It’s warm and sexy andright. He’s raw. I beat him at his own game.

I toppled the silver fucking fox.

“Fuck me, baby. Fill me up.”As I say the words, heat rushes to my cheeks. I’m embarrassed at myself.

Then my whole pelvis pulses, my legs shake. I forget my name for the eternal moment of his pumping cock amplifying my orgasm.

He pulls out near the end of my orgasm and hits me with flying clear ropes that splash my breasts and streak my chin. I stick out my tongue because it’s the right thing to do, but I only catch one ofmanystreaks.

Should I be flattered, or offended, or what?

Once we both exhale after the best orgasms in the world, after I relearn how to breathe, I say it.

“Did you just brand me?”

He slams both fists on the kitchen table in relief, catching his own breath. When he looks at me with his jizz all over my body, he can’t help but cackle. “It’s called a compromise. Get used to it.”

Chapter 19

Quinn

He’s a little looser around me after our session. I’m in his car, hanging onto his arm as I relish in the impossible thought of us sharing a normal life. He always holds me after all things sexy, which is something I never thought I’d want. Usually, I can’t wait to kick a guy rolling the other way after we make love. But with Silver? I want to feel closer to him, and by the looks of him clasping my hand tightly with his, he wants it too.

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